hear the wind blow

Somedays I really wish that I were a good writer/storyteller.
Today I really do.
If I was I would be able to describe how I can hear the wind blowing outside, hear it whistling through a crack in a window that isn't closed tight. I may even say that I can feel the snow in the air, I know it's coming. Maybe not today, but it's close.

As I was sitting here listening to the wind and wishing I were a good story teller some thoughts popped into my head about my ancestors. Now, if you know me you know that I think about my ancestors on a daily basis and love to learn all I can about them. But today the thought was; what if one of my female ancestors was a good story teller and could tell about a cold, windy November afternoon? Her house was very still and quiet because she had just put the 2year old down for a nap. And she sat down in her rocking chair to catch up on some knitting and she could hear the wind blowing through a crack in her window and could feel the snow in the air. She knows winter is close to showing it's nasty snowy cold face and she does not look forward to it. Maybe she would think about the upcoming Holidays and think that atleast winter does have those to offer. Thanksgiving, Christmas, two boys and her husband with birthdays, as well as her own birthday. Deep into the winter she looks forward to the birth of her fourth child and Valentines Day. Yes she has lots to celebrate during the winter, it's just to bad it comes with cold weather and snowy roads.

That's as far as I got in my thoughts about how cool it would be to read a story like that written by my great-great grandma and see just how similar her life is to mine. Only difference is I sit down in my quiet house to catch up on my blogging not knitting! Maybe someday my own great granddaughter will have a day just like today and she can enjoy reading this when she sits down in her quiet house to catch up on .....?? (who knows what life will be like 40 years!)